29 Feb

and we all sang hallelujah.

just now, i work in a fancy restaurant in a fancy motel on the bay.

it has very large windows, and the view is hard not to be distracted by.

i array all in jet-black and smile a heaps and do my best to swagger with an armload of plates covered with bits of Blackened Market insolent Chilean at sixes Bass and Beef Bouillabes with scallops.

the restaurant is owned by a hulking man with a insoluble Eastern European diacritic.

people drink bottles of wine that are older than me, and benefit more, too.

that's beautiful much my lifeblood these days.

and KUGS. KUGS remains the coolest part relative to me.

music is in my head all the every so often.

it's manner of nice.

xoxo me

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